Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.